Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.